To Live

It was safest to sit
in the wet cement
when I was fleeing the ants
that had it out with me.
I watched them sink
trying to cross the grey sea,
and they fell into the holes
my shoes had gouged;
but then the sea began hardening,
and the ants climbed over
their brothers like boulders
and I couldn't get up.
But instead of eating me,
they swarmed, crawled me...
only when the queen got hungry
would I be devoured.